Things were a bit hypnotic. It seemed as if I really looked at Caroline’s eyes for the first time. Her eyes themselves were quite interesting, of a ...ysterious hazel-green, almost catlike. There were unpleasant lines around them, but I realized they might well be correctable. Caroline also needed dental work.Jill, in a low voice, asked for her and Caroline to be excused.TogetherWhen the two were together in Jill’s room, words were not, at first, appropriate. They hugged and began to kiss. " Sorry," whispered my husband as I followed him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad to see that the other guys had already left."Is she agreeable?" asked John."Yes," answered my husband. The Black man looked at me and I merely nodded. The hand was played. My husband lost. I couldn't believe it. Not only did we now owe him $22,000, but I had to do anything he wanted for one hour. My. My new business had recently reached a make-or-breakphase and needed my full attention. And no opportunity either --Joan had taken to working from home when she could instead of hercompany's office, and her schedule had become unpredictable. I missed dressing up, the sacred ritual of remaking myself toresemble a beloved object of desire I could admire in the mirror tomy heart's content. And in fact if I do say so I'd gotten skilledenough at it to make myself look quite pretty. I thought. She lay there, not moving, her breasts heaving, as she took in great gulps of air. “Holy shit!” she said, when she had gotten her breath back. And again, more softly this time, “Holy shit.” Slowly, slowly, she eased the phallus out of her still sensitive vagina, and sighed audibly when the head was clear of her. Oh…My…God. she thought. That was in-fucking-credible. Holy shit. She rolled over onto her side, and was soon fast asleep. ………………………………………………………………………………. The wine in her tummy was.